...Barely tolerable, I daresay...

I have no desire to do anything.  Anything at all.  Well, I did do a majority of the untangling of the mess of my travel lace pillow.  It's been sitting in a corner, crying since my sister knocked it over and fucked up something like 80 bobbins.  Quite distressing, actually.  I've been trying to ignore it for a couple of years, and now, at least, the mess is unwound.  Now I have to try to remember how to fix a broken thread as there are 3 on this one pillow.  I should rejoice that I've at least done SOMETHING, but I'm too busy beating myself up for not finishing a sodding thing today.

I told myself I was going to clean my kitchen floor of clutter and plant leaves all morning and I've only reduced the clutter by a tiny margin.  Plant leaves still mostly there.  I feel blah to the highest degree.  I don't even feel like reading any good ff.  It's rather pathetic, actually.  I don't even want to watch any new movies or my BG DVDs.  My dear doglets are intent on keeping me from leaving my post in front of the laptop at all costs. 

I'm supposed to be thinking of something to fix for dinner so we're not eating fast food again.  Can't think of anything I have the energy to make or the ingredients for.  I'm craving chocolate cake.  I doubt I even have the energy to make that, and I know I don't have any eggs.

It was girls movie night last night.  V and K and I went to see "Music and Lyrics" at the new theatre by the mall.  I hadn't been there before.  It's smaller than I thought it would be inside.  There was a total prat in there yelling at the mom who had her kid wailing a bit down front.  It wasn't bad enough for him to shout out "Take the KID OUT".  WTF?  We had dinner at Red Robin.  It had a far smaller wait than anything on restaurant row.  The mushroom burger was lovely, but I ate too much and felt ill afterwards.  I hadn't seen the mall in ages (at least since Xmas) and there are loads of new stores.  I was shocked.  A Body Shop in AV??  Holy shit!  I was a good girl though, and didn't buy anything. 

My manicure is quite knackered.  Maybe I can summon the energy to take off the lovely fuschia nail polish so it doesn't look quite so shit. 

Yes, I've been watching Bridget Jones's Diary.  I've gone into Brit-speak again.  Ta Ra!